The Lucky Ones Page #8

Good.

Great.

I realize that...

I don't know sh*t, man.

F***.

I don't know sh*t.

You know some things.

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

You got the basic skills.

So how were Randy's parents?

They were real nice.

Good, I'm glad.

And so was Randy's girlfriend

and his baby, too.

- Oh. God.

- Ouch.

Yep.

But look, I got the guitar,

and, Cheaver, I want you to have it.

That's real sweet of you,

but I don't need it.

I got the money.

- What?

- How much did you win?

I didn't win anything.

I didn't even place a bet.

I reenlisted.

You what?

You what?

I reenlisted.

Got a $20,000 signing bonus.

I'm all set.

That's insane.

You're calling me insane?

Cheaver, I got you the guitar.

Sell it. Get the money that way.

You need that guitar

more than I do, Colee.

No. I got Army money saved up.

I'm gonna be fine.

And I'm gonna find my mom

and patch things up,

so you take it.

No. I'm going back.

Recruiter called my home unit.

They're transferring the paperwork now.

You can get out of that.

I don't know that I want to.

Cheaver, take the guitar.

Please.

You take that guitar, Colee.

It's your guitar.

Yeah?

Yeah.

Thank you.

No. Thank you.

Sergeant.

T.K.

How are ya?

Good. Good.

So you got here.

Excuse me.

- Look who it is.

- Hey.

- How are ya?

- Good. How are you doing?

- How are you doing?

- How are you doing?

Where's your guitar?

Did you sell it?

Sell it?

Hell, no. I'm learning how to play it.

- You're learning to play it?

- Yep.

All right.

How's your fiance?

She's fine.

But she's not my fiance anymore.

Where are you going?

I'm going to Diyala.

- Where are you going?

- Anbar.

Where are you going?

Tikrit.

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes